livinginsimplecity
I have returned to nostalgic thoughts
reminiscing about the time
where I could trust you to not leave.
Your actions seem genuine and constant now,
but the past is reminding me that you always let me down.
You have returned, but I must keep in mind
in order for one to return, they must first leave.
Burning. Such an old flame, but I can still feel your fiery passion lingering. The embers burn and the fire flickers, fading but not ending. Feelings ablaze and I am nothing if not combustible. Maybe it is time to gather the water and damper this danger before it spreads.
Fighting fighting fighting peace.
This conflicting grasp has to release.
Arguments abruptly come to an end,
sign the paper and now we're friends.
It's bone lay beneath your neck, so simple and sweet. Lovers trace along with lips and tongue, whispering sweet nothings.
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